THE SMALL THINGS

A blog of Scotland, horses, dogs, love and trees.

Thursday, 4 September 2014

Vague thoughts from a swimmy head.

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I had to say no to someone today. It was a question to which the answer is always no, so there was no agonising over the decision. It was t...
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Tuesday, 2 September 2014

No, thank you.

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Because I am a goofball, I forgot to send in my electoral registration. Today, there was a wild panic, as the deadline charged down the trac...
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Friday, 29 August 2014

Thoughts about advice.

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I’ve been thinking about advice this week. I’ve been thinking about the good advice I have been given in my life, and the advice I would giv...
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Thursday, 28 August 2014

No blog today.

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So sorry. Too much work and an airport run. Just time for a picture of my two beloveds: I am becoming very hippy-ish in my old age. Soon ...
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Wednesday, 27 August 2014

The ice bucket challenge.

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I did the ice bucket challenge this morning. Since it went viral, there has been the inevitable backlash. Oh, say the doubters, surely givin...
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Tuesday, 26 August 2014

A day in brief.

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1637 words of book written. Twenty pages edited. Hats in the air work with the red mare. Important trailer practice. She self-loaded . (She...
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Monday, 25 August 2014

A small thought on happiness.

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The blog may be a little spotty in the next couple of weeks as I am up against a hard deadline and my brain is about to explode. Forgive me....
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Wednesday, 20 August 2014

An afternoon off. Or, York Glory.

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Even though I am running up to deadline and my shoulders are around my ears and there are not enough hours in the day, today I am taking the...
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Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Polly the Cob teaches me a lesson.

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2259 new words written. Twenty pages edited. Brain falling out of my ears. I never quite understand how writing can be so enervating. I unde...
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Monday, 18 August 2014

The Young People.

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I’m always slightly surprised when an entire demographic becomes stigmatised. Show me your working , I want to yell, with my empirical hat o...
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Friday, 15 August 2014

No words left.

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What a blog I had for you today. It blossomed in my head as I brushed my teeth. It unfurled its brilliant petals as I rode the red mare, who...
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